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I dream architecture Bricks of glass and midwestern modern Point of view; my head's on an axes. I try to speak But there is nothing
Talk to me about Norway or Sweden Reading from the right wingers handbook Castle brickwork lack of culture Pearly gates and anonymous sculptures
I've seen this place before Off the coast of a distant shore
Rubble sand cement and brimstone There was life here but now it is vacant Arching windows facing the altar I try to speak
I see all that I see Frank Lloyd Wright and Marion Griffin I hate castles and ancient cities Rome is dead and long live New York New Mexico
The highway's a snake's nest The sky's a scorching blue Sound and light in harmony From the kitchen window Europeans watching you And they stare
I Dream Architecture
Lucky Four
I think I used to I think I thought the same Never with the same words Or the same things to say But never my words They only quiver and sway But who am I talking to Anyway?
I wanna explode like a rocket Light the sky for an instant But then disappear Did anyone hear?
Fall was harsh The leaves clog the fountain Winter was worse The snow on the mountain But enough silly games It's time for action
No no no away Across the sea Away from God But close to me You found a role, you wrote a book You made it clear, just how good it would look So there he stood with his back to the wind On his knees in the abdomen So sure of himself, that his side would win But in the end he was always a showman
I want somebody to see me Live my life and just be me If not for a day What would you say? Spring was fun The blossoms and the saccharine Summer burned In a sensual contraction From the callous names There was no more distraction But enough silly games It's time for action
Old
The sun would not set in the West It'd never set at all But now the sun is gone, no blue skies And now you are so small
Oh how it must feel to be old To be the one on top, and not controlled Did it all for her Now you cannot recognize yourself
Jesus spoke to me in my bed He was not pleased, he was screaming Didn't we do you right? We fought for you We spread your word And kept you breathing
Oh how it must feel to be old Two thousand years you're in control Do it all for him Get your own seat down at the front
And I want to be a rock Spinning around somewhere alone in space Be a part of everything that I have ever known But in no particular place
Not the same, not the same
Less (Than It’s Worth)
Do you need an occupation? To save some money and spend some time? Getting tired of the family life? Go down under and join the mines
Yesterday I sold my soul (For less than it's worth) And I woke up feeling fine I never stole a damn thing in my life Only took back what was mine
Home for the weekend Home on the range You can change your hours But you cannot change your name It's nothing personal It's property Paying back for your rights into the company
We heard about a guy pulled from a Springsteen song Went on a manic drive and drug his wife along He looked up there into the one within God handed him a card And said go win
What was mine
French Movies
Ann had it rough Her country was foolish and it was young Times had been tough And now they were getting worse She can buy a house But it won't be a home Travel the world to be alone
Jacque caught her glance He found it he was studying abroad It was circumstance He said, "besoin d'un visa?" She got a part time job At the boulangerie Where they say "you're welcome" sarcastically
Mezzanine, mezzanine We used it once and then we shot the scene Memory comes back to me A life of wanting seems so plain to see But just not to me
Time left nothing for these peaceful few Out with the old and with the new It's not if not will they but it's if they can If everyone dies in French movies then I'm a fan
The film had no plot They wandered around the city for hours Gifts had been bought But no one wanted money First he shot the scene Then he shot the cast Even the pictures cannot last
Mezzanine, patisserie All these places now what do they mean? Melodies don't play to me I just want a place that's as ornery, but just not to me
Everyone dies in French movies It's always the way that it's been If you can't stand for nothing you just give in Everyone dies in French movies They're lovers but never friends And why can I not understand them?
I'm the one stuck here, locked in This Bastille cell I'm the one living here in hell Things could be better But God if they could be worse When modern life feels just like a curse
Factory
He works at the factory Making headache pills He takes them off the assembly Now he can't sit still He's working hard for his family Trying to pay off their bills German manufacturer taken after victory Gas canisters made on the same machinery
You gotta see this You gotta be here He's got the factory floor just to himself tonight When will you be here? We're just waiting He's got the factory floor just to himself tonight I've got money now I don't need you here I found my way out
She works at the refinery Pulling metal from the ground She finds it hard to sleep at night She can still hear the sounds She's struggling with her breathing No children could be found Neurotropic transmitters sniffing out your fear If there were a God well he would never show up here
You gotta see this You gotta be here He's got the factory floor just to himself tonight When will you be here? We're just waiting He's got the factory floor just to himself tonight I've got money now I don't need you here I found my way out Just don't come around
She’ll Bring the Army
Reconnaissance for the allied force Is all you'll ever need Old love for the newly divorced For those who won't concede Tracing lines right back to the source To fight for all to be Until the news has run it's course It's forgotten easily
She'll bring the army At home or far away She'll make you horny Turn you off and turn you away She'll bring the coast guard On land or far at sea She'll bring the army But it doesn't matter much to me
The enemy is a set of closed lips Life's a war and your friends are conscripts You want some punishment you wanna be whipped You're in this too deep and now you can't quit Yeah it's a noble cause (I can't forget my mission) Played out without pause (We're winning though attrition) It's like a second job (It's my life's new ambition) You're talking to yourself or God or whoever will even listen
She'll bring the army At home or far away She'll make you horny Turn you off and turn you away She'll bring the coast guard On land or far at sea She'll bring the army But it doesn't matter much to me
Endless
I just woke up from a coma A camera's flashing it's bulb in my eyes Lost my way in Arizona They cut me up and cut me down to size
Is this it? Is this winning? Is it all over? No, just beginning I'm part of life But not living And to a friend when it comes again and where's it's been and where to send And here it comes again
You want this life to feel endless You want this to be some new mandate And you'll leave this life rotted out and feckless And it's coming soon, but sometimes I can hardly wait
It's so cold And confusing Destroy us all While consuming Who are these idiots You're approving? Now I find when I use my mind, it's a waste of time, and it goes again But here it comes again
Well I feel a sense of danger Well I feel nothing but anger I want to go out and get some second degrees But maybe it will be over, maybe, if we just said please?
No matter how much you try You can't kill it This life is endless and it's beautiful You can't spill it You'll be waiting underground, in your bunker hole until it Comes along and makes us proud, another Nazi down, and throw away the crown And here it comes again
Heard about a man in Shreveport Who found his fortune underground He bought a new house off the sea port He saw his future, but he didn't hear the sound
In the black It was endless In the light It was endless Life is short Life is endless Life is all Love is all Life is